its outline screams at me
As if with a lowered head,
the sense of sorrow overwhelms me
Why should this being keep company
with a spry teller of make-believe?
A honed talent caused the weeping and
the grinners to seek my blessing
After words, their lives were changed
If only for a moment
But why is truth a necessity
when peace and harmony calls?
It creeps towards me
and my name melts
with whatever mortal sin I committed
it reminds me of a childhood friend
who would smile when I was chastised
for being myself
imagining better, softer times
in a welcoming world of bliss
Who will tell my stories when I can’t?
The price we pay for companionship
often comes with a penalty
For maybe the debt was paid too soon
I died again
And then, Again
Every time I close my eyes
I can’t see
until I open them
I don’t want to
I don’t want to have to
imagine what life would be
without the use of my hands,
Legs, feet, tongue, ears
minus the butterflies inside my head
Minus what they call a brain
I don’t want to be insane
But, I can’t keep my eyes
I know I don’t have to tell you the history Dr. Martin Luther King’s “I Have A Dream” Speech, so I won’t. At that time, and definitely when you were elected by a landslide in 2008, Americans as well as foreigners alike were hopeful that a change would come in the issue of racial equality. Dr. King dreamed of a better day for minorities. Sadly, unfortunately, he was struck down long before he could witness a man he fought so hard for to rise to the mountain top. Yes sir, you are on the mountain top. But, it makes one wonder if you truly had the same dream as Dr. King.
People still march in front of and around the house that you command. Jobs are lost, homes lost, lives lost…and still, the hope is there but it seems like it’s fading away. Though we all know that it’s not just minorities who are in jeopardy of a continuous diminishing livelihood, so much media attention now is comparing Dr. King’s message to your “Yes we can” or even the “Change” messages you promoted. “Yes we can” is what Blacks and Whites alike chanted back to you, in an effort to get you elected as the first “African-American,” not Black, President of the United States. I guess in Dr. King’s time, he was considered colored or Negro. Boy, have the times really changed? Now, Blacks are considered African-American with thanks to the Reverend Jessie Jackson and his 1988 campaign for your spot. Yet, the “Change” so many shouted for you has not been felt. Then again, many minorities feel that it has gotten worse for them since you took over the podium.
With jobs being a major focus for Americans, one should wonder how jobs will be created when there is no real demand for products that can’t be afforded. Education pales due to the fact that once the paper is received and the debt is grieved, it’s all about who you know to get placement in this world. Then, there are the lucky ones who have the stars lined up for them and feel that the law of prosperity will follow them if they go to the side where money talks. In other words, once Democrats now become Republicans. Yes, Republican is synonymous wealth and status. Democrats are for the hopeless and near-desperate. As an elected-Democrat, what exactly do you represent? The podium is yours, the microphone is yours. Though you stand up straight, it’s actually confusing as to where you stand…for the un-chosen broken.
I read a poem called, “The Day the Ghetto Died,” and found it to be interesting.
I looked and saw that I had everything money could buy
Then realized how little I had
But my ancestors had much pride
Can you tell if this author is Republican or Democrat? One would assume that because the author mentioned “ancestors,” he or she is non-white. One side doesn’t seem to have to yell to get their point across. Another side is just simply ignored and floored. Who could deny the impact of one Oprah, Tyler Perry, Lee Daniels, or Quincy Jones? They have made their mark on the world. Crossovers? Maybe. Still, even the mighty O still has her bouts with abandonment. And now, Americans are feeling abandoned by another mighty O. Are you building your cabin the way you want it to be? There are laws that are nearly favoring the execution of Blacks, let alone Black males – in a state many believe changed the course of history in 2000. As time advanced, so has favoritism. Who now represents our nation for the minorities who want a better life? Just because of the so-called self-help television shows and books, the destination can’t be reached without support, resources.
Let’s give kudos to those who can stand back and thank their lucky stars for a blessed life. It is with faith that those individuals cultivate their gifts and make them grow. Also, they should remember how they got to be in their cushy position and not be ashamed to admit that they received help along the way. Has much sight been lost by tending to the grass in other nations backyards? When you awaken from your night’s sleep, can you honestly tell your dream without making a joke about it? Laughter is only a temporary fix and dreams of a better way die when they can’t be fulfilled. And time heals no one or nothing. It only makes conditions harsher without proper treatment.
Would Dr. Martin Luther King be pleased with the conditions minorities face today? Probably not. Then again, had his dream been kept alive 1988 would have never happened and the 2000 election would never have seen the light of day. You would still have had your chance to speak for the disadvantage man and woman. But you more than likely would have been forced to keep your promises of a better day.
Don’t be that father that went out for milk and never came back. Or, the one who pops back in from time to time to say, “Hey, remember me?” Almost two years into our new house and the steps still haven’t been fixed. You’re the only one who knows where the materials are to fix the steps.
The ghetto should have died by now and changed into a neighborhood. Though it’s like that way for so many, change just can’t happen fast enough. Some can’t even remember their dreams.
And, to think, the movie “The Butler” made you cry.